On the well-travelled way
Which served me so well
For many a day
I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate
I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate
Time crumbles their mortar
Context shifts their efficacy
Or a new technology
Renders them impotent
An image a white man made
Which earned white man’s awards
In a museum of white man ways
A monument to a way that was
But it made
A man
Of the boy
I have already climbed further
Than I had ever imagined
From time to time
When I look back
And see the road
That twisted track
I know the way
Ahead ain’t straight
Yet still I climb
And bear the freight
What can I do?
I can’t turn back
The thought of it
My heart goes slack
So on I climb
I’m none too weak
I flee a life
That’s grown too bleak
Now as I climb
And look ahead
Is the next bend
The turn I dread?
For if I make
The high plateau
What if it ain’t
The place to go?
And all this work
A waste of time
I could’ve stayed
Instead of climb
Still, this I know
The only way
Is move along
And live each day
It’s really not
About the top
Life is a climb
Which does not stop
For if it does
Then I will die
There’s nothing else
These words don’t lie
I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go